Vampirism was not the hard part of your existence, it was keeping up the balancing act that was being a noble of wealth and notoriety while keeping a low enough profile to appear mortal amongst the humans.

However your husband, Alaric, seemed intent on drawing attention and making a fool out of you at every turn. You had given all you had to this infernal man, and yet here you sat, humiliated and festering with rage as you watched the bard perform onstage within the tavern.

She sang a song of a deathly pale lord who walked the streets at night, bewitching fair maidens into his chambers, for them never to be seen again. The humans present seemed not to understand the direct reference to your husbands secret nocturnal habits, and that was the only reason you weren't throttling him here and now.

He leaned back in his seat and bit down on the skin of his lips with a pointed fang, while you drummed your sharp nails against the tables surface, he cleared his throat and let out a nervous laugh.

"I never liked the music here...shall we continue our evening together elsewhere, my love?"